I’m glad you’ve found some festive spirit.
I haven’t. In fact, I’ve just come to the conclusion I need anger management to cope with it at all, even though I have no obligations over the Christmas or New Year period, so can stay in bed with War and Peace if I really want to.
I wrote the other day how, although I’m not doing “proper Christmas”, I’d ordered in a few “festive nibbles”, so there would be a few treats, and it wouldn’t be completely like any other day.
Well, when I placed the online order at Tesco’s, I would say more than half their Christmas offerings in the way of sweets, treats and puddings were listed as “out of stock”. So I couldn’t get my first choice of anything, but put into my basket a few of those that were still in stock.
Later I realised I’d forgotten a couple of things (not food - stuff like toothpaste), so I amended the order - within the time limit they give you for that, which is usually the night before delivery.
However, when I went to check out the order a second time, several of the sweet treats I’d previously put in the basket were now listed as “out of stock and have been removed from your basket”.
So I had either to go without, or choose something else instead. I opted to choose something else. Onto my third choice now - things I’d really wanted were out of stock to begin with, and second choice had gone out of stock since choosing.
Today, the delivery comes, and not one but ALL the third choice treats I’d eventually settled for were out of stock and had been substituted.
I expressed my dissatisfaction to the driver - not rudely - but just making the point that stock had already been limited on the website, and when I finally settled for a selection of whatever was left, even that didn’t come. I explained to him that I had little choice but to accept the substitute, as I’m certainly not having another delivery, or planning to do another “big shop” this side of Christmas.
I’ve just made myself a cup of coffee for my Baclofen (foot cramping is starting early tonight), and thought I’d have with it one of the “substitute” cakes I accepted, so as not to take the tablets on an empty stomach.
So I get out the first packet, and what does it say? “Mince pie flavoured”. Uggghhh! I can’t stand mince pies, that’s why I’d ordered alternatives that were mostly chocolate, or fruit (not dried fruit), or other things for the non-mince-pie-eating population.
I’m ashamed to admit this, but I’ve thrown the packet on the floor and stamped on them. Bloody mince pie muck. It wasn’t a complete waste, as I did feel a pang of remorse afterwards, and put the crumbs out for the birds - who will be delighted - but it was obviously a sign I’m not coping.
Why am I not coping? Because of greedy, insane locusts, who have gobbled up everything with the word “Christmas” on it, so I couldn’t get the few small treats I ordered, even when they were already my third choice.
/Taking a diazepam and going back to bed - preferably until it’s all over.